JHS

Published On 7/31/2018 By a

Here lies another memoir.

2014 – there stood a young lad with pure innocence under sleeves - Hair combed, ironed uniform, and shined shoes, never once imagined how he would look sporting his new haircut, forced by his mother. 6 AM. Call time. Learners encroached wearing the exact same, dominantly earned the focus to their wavy curls and purple eyelids, along proud parents as they wandered and judged other parents from a long aisle with seats found corner to corner. Program started. Counted flocks of sheep as his patience was tested for his walking que to get his validation upon completing six years. Blasted lyrics from enormous speakers,

High school life, on my high school life
Ev'ry memory, kay ganda
High school days, oh my high school days
Are exciting, kay saya

Watching the credits rolling up singing Esteban Abada Elementary School Hymn, surpassing sounds of students screeching while tightly hugging their so called ‘buddies’ telling exaggeratedly the concept of ‘missing’ them. No problems. Human nature.

All smiles while scanning Facebook posts about puzzle pieces of Secondary Education would complete a huge canvass of abstract art. Pieces are thrown into one huge bucket, a year progresses, a piece builds up completion of blank slates, finally, last two.

Figurative languages that even up to this day, still gets the best of me. Probably, they’re right.
Four years out of six.

A completer, now.

Growth has been prevalent from the very least, from a zero to a hundred. Quick losses, slightly quick recoveries. Never once I depicted this visual inside my theory laying under sleeves of an innocent child. Ang bilis. Everything yielded changes - radiated new tomorrows from the eyes of the yet wounded. Crawled through walls as he became the day, today. Regrets? Probably none.

Adaptable. Managed to survive unique environments, but, not with towering trees and free – flowing lakes, his were hiding behind cemented walls and concreted tiles enumerating species with a goal to either dispatch, annihilate or nullify someone in pursuit of reaching the peak. Sad truth. Life still goes on.

Became the driver of a vehicle ridden by many, with difference of no alternations or breaks. Feet numbed but required to continuously stepping on gas. There was no replacement. Sad. Arrived at the destination, each one immediately went to favorable spots,

leaving the vehicle alone with the driver.

Excepting termites, Junior High School was fun at the tip of an iceberg. I am both humbled and proud carrying a forty–nine–year–old turning golden torch of my junior high school in and out of concerning displacements. Whenever I wear this old suited lolo smelling coated uniform matching slacks that has random threads appearing every day, it gives me the feeling of warm camaraderie of people who have the same vision as mine, individuals who as well carry his light with all pride and smiles as they represent the inner through outer well beings. It gives me a quick boost to start my day knowing that I am a ‘Lunarian’ and always be.

These trainers I met completely redefined my definition of home. Warm. Care. Understanding. Family. From complete inversions to uphill tracks, coasters I was once rid, forever be grateful for that one single journey ticket they had given me from first day. With it,

I was able to foresee the later.

Use it for the later, and be the later I was always been dreaming.

These entities are known for their focass. I’m glad I was able to see the eye behind storms. Terrifying as well but it takes courage to delve into excavations, who knows what lay behind them?

10 Things I learned from Grade 10 (Junior High School in general)
1.    Toxicity is fathomless.

2.    You could miss the institution but not the administration

3.    Create a solid coalition of helping inside classrooms

4.    Have longer patience (proven and tested)

5.    Exhibit your skills, never let crabs ruin your day

6.    Confidence is one thing

7.    Loyalty is another

8.    Detach with people if the situation calls for

9.    Never give trust too easily

10. Seek for positivity

I learned so much from JHS. I would never be the day, today. If It weren’t for the yesterdays I had with him.

Appreciative as of the moment for this institution and his teachers deserve all praises one may give. Tirelessly serving up to bare minimum to great lengths of the maximum. Extending help to whoever needs it. An epitome of Filipino Values. 

Thanks for coming to my TED talk!

Cheers to brighter tomorrows, Judge Juan Luna High School!

Seizing my now compressed vacation for SHS is near approaching. 

Thanks for reading,

H.